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🎄 Sugar Cookies for Santa | Y/N x Gyutaro 🍪

Christmas special (sorry it's late) 😭 happy holidays to you all!

Her setup was almost completed. All she needed were the cookies, and it'd be finished.

Of course, over the years, she'd discovered that He liked sugar cookies topped with frosting of himself and Christmas trees. In third were elves and fourth presents. He hated plain cookies.

So, Y/N took the care and time to bake the cookies herself, and make her own fresh frosting with multiple different shades of color. Red, green, purple, just about any color of the rainbow.

And yes, she had eaten a few, but she didn't want to make Santa sick. The Christmas spirit shouldn't involve vomit ting sugar cookies, right?

Y/N scampered over to the bathroom door, and quietly shut it. She turned off the light, and held in her sounds of fear as she was bathed in darkness. Her fear of cramped, dark spaces would have to be ignored for now.

If she'd mess up, she'd have to wait yet another year. And it'd be much more difficult, if Santa knew what to expect.

A soft jingle interrupted her thoughts. She gasped. The noise echoed through the tiny bathroom, along with the slap of the hand. The noise didn't stop though, so it was likely that He didn't hear her.

Her heartbeat thumped through her body, and she could hear it even better than the footsteps thumping closer and closer. Y/N held her breath, slowly placing her small fingers on the doorknob. Any moment now. The quiet stomps on the floor seemed to get louder, and closer.

There was the familiar loud creak that was present near the Christmas tree and the tv. Which means He was headed toward the cookies. It was all going perfectly according to her plan.

The jingling was no more though, so Santa probably took off his bells to create less noise. Too bad for him, Y/N was well awake.

However, he began moving closer to the stairs. Which was strange. The Christmas tree was down here, in the living room. Where was Santa going?

She slowly opened the door, and saw a large shadow disappear up the stairs. She unfortunately didn't see his iconic satchel of toys. Clearly, the cartoons weren't entirely correct. Y/N shook her head. She now knew better than to believe everything she sees on t.v.

A glance at the plate beside the cookies showed that he didn't grab a single one. Nor did he leave any presents beside the tree. It didn't take long for her to run up the stairs. She skipped over the ones that had loud creaks.

Not to mention, she only was on her tip-toes. Y/N took great pride in being able to sneak around in her tip-toes. Maybe her parents would let her take ballet classes. Rosie got to anyway.

A shriek rippled through the air, and Y/N froze. Then she gawked. "How come Rosie gets her presents in bed?! That's not fair!" She grumbled, trudging up the stairs. Clearly, her sister was so excited she was screaming about her amazing gifts. Probably a necklace, or a bunch of new stuffed animals.

Y/N made it up to the top, and saw the figure silently exit the nearest bedroom door. Now, his bag-like sack was visible and filled with something. A bit large, but not much taller than Rosie's largest stuffed animal.

The young girl ducked under the stairs, and waited. Not long after, she heard another door open, with the footsteps traveling away from her. "Oh no! I'm not in my room! Santa's not gonna give me any gifts." She hurried her pace to make it right.

Her bedroom was pitch black dark, but the girl knew where her bed and closet was located. By heart, of course. The large figure turned around, and Y/N grinned.